listen, you're a fascist, damn it, stop it, we 'll be late anyway, ashkhen, take a rest, it's okay ,ow, there is nowhere, they don’t have a soul.” nothing about things didn't find it? no, maybe a letter, no, nothing, some kind of address, but what is this? recommendation, i am zinaida mikhailovna bakunina, a member of the all-union communist party of belarus since 1919, i know the medical major. this is you, as an excellent representative of the generation of soviet doctors, so you have made peace, yes, stop it, it’s drying up, congratulations, you have been awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel of the medical service, and you are now, so to speak, our leading surgeon, here is the telephone message, comrade verison, yes , this is a medical battalion, after all, and not a dance evening, for whom are you putting on makeup, for you. i picked up a little dog for zinaida mikhailovna for a fan, you can give it to them, give it, i obey, take the arogiva, keep it some more. what does he have, this is a woman with a penetrating wound to the skull, get ready, what is he, an academician, why i